A Day at the Lake

by TheRamblingDabbler

The Title pretty much explains the gist of it. just a case that they solve at a lake. Oh and there is lots of Johnlock agnsty sort of stuff throughout. Hostage situation where John and Sherlock are both hostages. Finished. May get revised though. Ending has Johnlock, just saying. Enjoy!

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

John's breath caught in his throat for a second and then he got ahold of himself. His exterior was calm and collected but on the inside he was scared shitless. His mind was still in high performance mode, and it made it seem like life was slowing down. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, preparing him for any motion needed.
His eyes scanned the man pointing the gun at his best friend and right off the bat he noticed something crucial; this man was almost identical to their runner, meaning that they had to be brothers. He squinted, trying to make out anymore details when the man spoke,
"You can stop right there, Doctor Watson." his voice was calm but had an undertone of annoyance. John hadn't even realized he had moved. Apparently he had walked forward a foot or two subconsciously during his scrutinization of the gunman. He made a conscious effort to stand still as he refocused his attention on the gun pointed at Sherlock.
John notes that Sherlock is oddly quiet, usually he'd be chatting up the gunman, finding out everything he could to get out of the situation. John frowns at Sherlock as the runner comes up behind him and takes John's gun. Sherlock looks almost sad for a second and John just stares at him, vaguely aware that one of the suspects is talking to them. When the words reach his ears he snaps out of his trance, still puzzled by Sherlock's silence.
"Sherlock, you and your friend are getting to be a bit too much of a pain in the arse for us, hounding us at every turn for the past few days. It's gotten rather annoying to me and my brother, hasn't it brother dear? Quite honestly, I'm not one for clever tricks but I have to admit I had a little help." Sherlock just looks at the man with wide eyes and a furrowing brow.
"So, you won't just kill John and I because that would be too simple." Sherlock states in a conversational tone.
"Oh, No! No, no. I can't just kill you. Then the police would be out looking for me." He smiled serenely. "No, I am going to make you learn a lesson, and crush your world," he said sweetly.
"Oh?" Sherlock's eyebrows reaching for his curly black hair. His eyes silently encouraged the gunman to go on.
"Brother, shoot Doctor Watson in the foot."